I hardly slept last night and I’m still buzzing like a fly around a light-bulb.
We all are, not just because of the England win, but how we won. We’d previously won our games by sheer guts and tenacity. But on Saturday, we played some classy football. We hardly put a foot wrong.
The back three were outstanding and Pickford's saves were inspirational, especially the one just after half time.
Samara was hot during the day and warm at night. On Saturday, the city was full of excited, exuberant England fans.Talk about a band of brothers! We were all like long-lost brothers being reunited.
We were going up to each other, complete strangers, shaking hands and congratulating each other, not just on the win, but because we were there and experiencing it first-hand and being part of something that is, match by match, becoming more memorable.
We all agree it has been our best World Cup for decades and that the long-distance train journeys, the lack of sleep, the heat and discomfort have been worthwhile and we feel sorry for those fans back home having to experience it all second-hand.
The fans behind the goal on Saturday indulged in their usual epic post-match celebrations and you could still hear them an hour after the match.
Now, I’m looking forward to going back to Moscow. I was hoping to meet Russia in the semi-final, as they have been the perfect hosts.
Travelling to Samara last week on the 14-hour free train, the Russian fans in the next compartment invited me to share their meal (just ten minutes after I arrived).
That consisted of chicken, salami, Jaeger, vodka and wine. One of them drove a Porsche, another a Jaguar and another a Harley. When they asked what car I drove and I said a Vauxhall Astra, they looked perplexed.
Then we went to the bar and joined the other Russians in a celebratory mood. Most of them were going to the England game.
It was a boisterous night and I experienced what it was like to party like a Russian.
They made me literally sing for my supper. I had to sing God Save the Queen and You'll Never Walk Alone more times than was good for my vocal cords. Thankfully there were a few other England fans in the carriage and they came to my aid.
Before I knew it, it was 2am and I slept for three hours and then the train pulled into Samara.
I arranged to meet the Russians in the Fan Fest after the match and watch their match against Croatia with them but it quickly became full and I couldn't get in.
That was a shame because they were very good company and I hoped I was too. I had a few arm-wrestling competitions with them (England 1-3 Russia!) and tried to teach them ‘Row, row, row your boat’ but gave up.
On Sunday, I knew I must sleep! I must! But first I went for a swim after being told there was a very good beach nearby on the Volga (how long is this river?) where you can swim.
I dived right in, floated on my back, watched the clouds and dreamed of England winning the World Cup.
But I don't think it will be a dream...
